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Percy POV: Set after the Last Olympian, before the Lost Hero

"Loser gets to lose!" I yelled to Annabeth. She was right beside me on the rock climbing wall. We were having a race, and at the moment, we were tied. But I was going to win this thing.

In a small glance to the side, I saw the daughter of Athena roll her eyes. "If that isn't obvious enough for you, Seaweed Brain, I don't know what is." I flashed her lopsided grin, then put a little more effort into my climbing. Foot there, hand here, other hand there, foot- woah, not there. Lava alert. But that was only a little bit of the burning hot liquid. If neither of us made it to the top any time soon, then a wave of lava would come crashing down on us. Ha, sounds fun, right? Nothing like liquid fire melting your skin to make you feel happy.

Anywho, we were almost halfway up the climbing wall, with thirty feet left to go. But I was determined to win this. I wasn't going to let Annabeth win. Again. Half the camp at least were on the ground, watching us, cheering. It seemed like they found plenty of entertainment in Annabeth's and my competitions. Even Argus had come out for a little into the summer sun.

"Having trouble, Kelphead?"

I scowled at my girlfriend. "In your dreams, Owl Face." She smiled. Gods, I swear she was using her beauty as a weapon. Every time she laughed or smiled, I just wanted to stop and stare. But I needed to focus.

I dodged a boulder falling towards me as big as a hydra's head. My foot slipped once, but I regained my balance, reaching farther with my hand to go faster. Slowly, I was pulling ahead, despite Annabeth's carefully planned route that she had picked out before we started. I looked up, and realized I had reached a dead end. I couldn't reach anywhere. I huffed angrily, and Annabeth's chuckle came from next to me. She was doing fine, avoiding all the dead ends.

Maybe next time I should find a route as well, instead of just going with it and hoping I would get somewhere. But improvisation was my talent.

I backtracked two steps, but in doing so, my hand slipped. My feet scrambled for a holding, and my one hand connected to the wall was straining to not let me fall. Annabeth had paused for a moment, her stormy grey eyes looking down at me with a tinge of worry. But soon she had enough of her own problems to worry about.

"Annabeth! Look out!" I heard someone scream from below. I think it was Malcolm.

Both Annabeth's and my head swiveled up. My foot found a place, and my hand latched onto an orange handle. But I wasn't focused on that anymore. I could only see the rock the size of half of my bed hurtling down towards the daughter of Athena. Annabeth would've normally been able to dodge it pretty easily, but she had been looking at me. She tried. She hurled herself to the side, and the boulder sailed past her, falling into the small chute that would recirculate it back to the top.

But Annabeth didn't make it. Her hand frantically grabbed at the rock climbing wall, which she was falling away from. Now if this was a normal rock climbing wall, I wouldn't be too worried. The harness would just catch her. But this was Camp Half-Blood. There was no harness on here. And we were more than twenty feet in the air.

Annabeth's foot fell off, having no hand to help hold up the weight. She started going backwards, but she still tried to grab at the wall. I heard some of the campers crying out from beneath us, and I yelled my girlfriend's name in panic. As she fell past me, her golden curls flying around, I tried to grab her, but my fingers slipped past hers, a breath apart.

"No!" I shouted, watching helplessly as my girlfriend fell towards the earth. Oh gods, oh gods, no no no, my mind cried in hysteria.

There was a small mat to help people who fell, if that ever happened, but it was thin, it wouldn't do much. Some demigods tried to rush up to catch her, but they weren't fast enough. Annabeth had managed to get upright so she didn't fall on her back, but left foot first, her body hit the ground. I heard one cry of pain escape her mouth, then she just crumpled, falling to the dark blue mat.

No," I repeated, my breath ragged. I started lowering myself to the ground, not caring if I fell. My heart was pounding against my throat, where it was currently residing. She fell, because she was looking at me. I had distracted her. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I yelled at myself, along with a few more words that I won't put into text.

When I was about ten feet off the ground, I just twisted and jumped, rolling to break the fall. People had crowded around Annabeth, and Will Solace and Malcolm were leaning over her. I started shoving people out of my way, not caring about anybody except for the girl on the ground. They soon made a path for me, and I surged forward. Annabeth, my Annabeth, was laying on the ground, her eyes shut.

"Annabeth!" I shouted, falling down beside her. Will Solace moved so I took his place, putting her head gently on my lap. My hands were shaking. "What's wrong? Why are her eyes closed? Is she okay? Is she okay?!" My words were loud, and anger made them tight.

"Percy, calm down," Malcolm said, the sunlight glinting off his worried grey eyes. They looked like Annabeth's, but I couldn't see hers now. "She fell on her leg, and we think she just blacked out for a moment from the pain." I just noticed her leg, and I grimaced. Her knee was definitely not supposed to twist that way.

Gods, she's survived everything with me- even fighting the Titan lord- just to fall off a freaking climbing wall and break her leg!

"Annabeth," I whispered gently, my voice trembling a bit. One of my hands came up to stroke a strand of blonde hair. Then my gaze shifted, and I saw grey eyes staring back at me with confusion.

"Percy?" Annabeth breathed. She tried to sit up, but she tweaked her leg, and let out a gasp.

"Don't move," I said, holding back her shoulder. She grunted, and pulled herself up a little, relaxing back into my chest. I hugged her shoulders.

"I'm so sorry, this is my fault."

Annabeth's head turned, looking at me as she took in my words. "No, Percy, it wasn't."

Before we could say anything else, Chiron cantered up, and the demigods cleared a way for him. Someone had been sent to get him. He knelt down next to Annabeth and I, and we looked up at him. The camp leader took one glance at her leg, then said, "Get her on me, I'll take her to the Big House."

I nodded, then slipped around and put my arms under her knees and around her shoulders. I lifted her a little, and saw her grimace as her knee moved.

"Can we just get her some ambrosia right now, to dull the pain, and then move her?" Malcolm asked from by my shoulder. Chiron nodded, then gestured to one of the campers surrounding us. They were whispering, worried. I just hoped the ambrosia would heal it all up. But you'd be surprised at how much ambrosia can't heal.

I lowered both of us back to the ground, and Annabeth buried her head in my chest. She didn't cry, though. She was too tough for that.

"I'm sorry," I muttered again, cursing myself over and over.

"Percy," Annabeth said, sounding exasperated, "It's not your fault, I told you that." I didn't answer, just waited with her in my arms as Clarisse came running up, a pack of ambrosia in her hand. She broke some off, then glared at me, backing away. That was nicer encounter between the two of us than usual. At least she didn't pull her knife and try to slash me up to ribbons like normal.

Annabeth fell onto the godly food greedily, and sighed in relief when some of the pain cleared. She reached for more, but her brother stopped her.

"'Beth, wait," Malcolm said, frowning. Chiron was nodding along with him. "Don't eat too much yet, not until we know what happened." He gestured to her leg with one hand. I had no idea what he was talking about (surprise surprise), but Annabeth nodded like she understood and set down the piece of ambrosia that she was about to eat.

"Percy, help me up, please."

At her words, I went to lift her up again. This time, she didn't get that pained of a look on her, but I knew the ambrosia would wear off. So I walked over to Chiron, and slid her as softly as I could onto his back. She couldn't hold on, so I hopped up on behind her, steadying her. She leaned back, and I put my arms back around her. Chiron, with a glance back to make sure we were secure, took off at a smooth canter towards the Big House. The campers behind us dispersed, some of Annabeth's friends following us at a slower pace.

I felt horrible. Like, really bad. Annabeth may say this wasn't my fault, but that didn't stop me from blaming myself.

Soon we reached the large white house, and Chiron slowed to a stop. I dismounted, then held up my hands to bring Annabeth down as well. Sweat beaded her forehead, and her grey eyes were full of anguish. My heart clenched at the sight, but I kept us going, half carrying her up the steps and into the house. Usually we would bring people to the infirmary, but Chiron wanted to look after her.

Once we were inside, I brought Annabeth over to a deserted room. We went inside, and I lugged us over to the bed. Annabeth settled into it, and I pulled the covers up.

"Thanks, Seaweed Brain," she said quietly with a small smile, looking up at me with bright grey eyes. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hand going out to touch her cheek gingerly. I thought about saying "sorry" again, but I stopped myself and just stayed silent.

"Looks like the good ol' rock climbing wall got the better of me, huh?" She said, smirking. I nodded, still not smiling.

"Well," she said matter-of-factly. "You won, I guess."

"We tied."

"Suit yourself," Annabeth complied, doing the best shrug she could lying painfully in a bed with a broken knee. "But if you had agreed with me, you could've had at least one winner title to yourself. Now you're still stuck to you being zero times one, and me being a zillion."

That pulled the corners of my mouth up a little. I realized she was distracting me. She was the one with a broken leg. I was supposed to be distracting her, but here she was taking my mind off things. The smile grew. How was I lucky enough to get this girl? Her curls were slung up into a messy ponytail, frizz making some strands stick out. Her cheeks were tinged red from the effort and the pain, which was returning. Her dark grey eyes were stormy, and her lips were pale. Dirt smudged her forehead, and her arms were muddy from falling.

Gods, she was beautiful.

I leaned forward, unable to resist pressing my mouth gently against hers. I felt her smile, angling her head slightly. I pressed forward, bringing my other hand up to cup her shoulder, holding her tenderly. Everyday I got the privilege to kiss this girl, and everyday I wanted to more and more. She was amazing.

A muffled cough at the door made us jump apart. Chiron sat at the doorway in his wheelchair, smiling slightly.

"Percy, go get something to eat."

I glanced back at Annabeth. "But I want to stay," I protested.

He shook his head, "You need to eat something, get some rest. I'll come get you when I've examined Annabeth's leg a little."

I still felt hesitant about leaving, until Annabeth said, "It's fine, Percy. Go. But promise you'll come back."

I smiled, and nodded, promising. Then I got up and trudged to the door. I glanced back once, looking at the hurt girl in the bed that held my heart. She grinned, lighting up the day a little, then I reluctantly turned and headed out the door.

That was part one, there's going to be another part coming soon! Review, and thanks for reading! :)